Everleigh #3
“I want a kiss, but—” She grips the material of my shirt in her shaky fists.
“No buts, rossignol. Stop thinking so much, and just feel.”
Gripping her head in my hands once more, I lick my tongue along her barely parted lips, tempting her to open for me.
It’s tender. Softer than I want to be with her, but her earlier thoughts of a gentle lover tell me I was too rough before.
A pleading moan catches in her throat as my tongue leads hers in a seductive tango until, once again, our lips are pressing firmly against one another.
A cacophony of sound, like my own personal celebratory anthem floats through my mind the moment our mouths press together again. A feeling of hope upon finally glimpsing what it could feel like to be loved runs rampant through every cell of my body.
I feed what I’m feeling into the minds and bodies of the others. The sound of all four of their pleasure-filled moans harmonizing makes my knees weak.
Everleigh is breathing new life into me with each swish of her tongue, with every nibble of my lips.
Running my hand to the back of her head, I take hold of her luscious curls.
I’ve caressed their silky soft strands before, but never like this.
Never with her knowing about it. With her permitting me to.
Very little scares me anymore.
But the way Everleigh is making me feel right now terrifies the shit out of me.
Too soon, she pulls away. I want to stop her, to keep her lips on mine forever to ensure this won’t be the last time I get the chance to touch her, but I don’t. I’m not the only one who desperately craves her taste.
“Now Brooks, Everleigh.” I command her, motioning to my brother.
Trepidation emanates from her like a strong perfume, so I place my arms around her reassuringly and whisper in her ear. “If you succumb to one of us, you succumb to us all.”
“I…” I can feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips. “I don’t think I can.”
Dishonoring her request to stay out of her head, I listen in again.
Admitting I’d like my cravings to be satisfied by one of them was hard enough. I can’t begin to wrap my head around being with four men. They’re all so … scary. But they’re also gorgeous. Seeing the want in each of their eyes and knowing I’m the one driving their passion is ... unfathomable.
Me. Quiet and meek Everleigh. What could they possibly see in me that’s driven them so mad with hunger?
When I kissed him, the way he pulled me in was so different from a few minutes ago.
Different from how I ever thought it would feel.
In very good ways... There was strength in his hand when he pulled my lips to his, but there was also a tenderness that melted me and made me crave more.
And the heat that seared through me when I was on my bed earlier raged like an inferno every second my lips were touching his.
How much hotter will my fire burn if it’s tended to by each of these obviously hungry men?
I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny that the thought of putting my sexual welfare into their hands is a turn on.
But I’m scared.
My cock aches with each confession she lays down. She turns back to me, her bottom lip quivering when my eyes catch hers.
“Tell me your fears, Everleigh, and I’ll make it so you never have to face them.” Eventually, I’ll have to let her know the four of us are not part of the promise I just made to her, but now isn’t the time.
“Everything about you scares me.”
“You’re the one behind the mysterious things that happen around here, aren’t you? The times when I feel like someone is watching me... That’s you, too?” She rings her hands together, like she’s scared to get the answers she’s seeking.
“Mostly me. Sometimes it’s one of the others.”
“You hurt people without a single thought of the consequences. Of the domino effect your actions will cause them and the people around them.”
I can’t wait to tell her that those she believes to be safe are the real monsters. But that will also have to wait.
“But I’ve never hurt you.” I lightly caress her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “We’ve never hurt you.”
“No,” she admits after a pause.
But will you?
I wait for her to ask her question aloud, but her voice fades away.
“And we never will, Everleigh,” Remy assures her. “We only want to make you feel good.”
Looking at Remy over her shoulder, she makes another confession. “That scares me, too.”
Her voice cracks, and I can feel her inner struggle taking over.
“When it comes to us, rossignol, we’ll expose you to each of your fears, not just until you’re over them … but until they’ve transformed into something you crave. Cravings that no one else can possibly satiate for you. Not even yourself.”
“This is...” Her eyes flutter closed, heavy longing tugging at them. “It’s crazy. How can I feel what I’m feeling when I don’t even know who you are?”
How can I feel like I both know them and don’t know them at the same time?
One day, I’ll need to explain to her that we have spent many nights together, enhancing her gift.
She remembers the tutoring. She held onto my teachings, my criticisms, my direction...
This isn’t the first time she’s been aroused around me...
Us. Half the reason she became unfocused during our sessions was because her mind would wander, wondering what it would be like to kiss one of us, to feel our hands on her...
It was an almost impossible battle to fight, but we kept our hands to ourselves when we were with her.
One day, I may restore her memories, but it won’t be tonight.
“Your body knows the truth of your passion even when your mind isn’t ready to accept it.”
“We know you, though,” Brooks tells her. “We’ve watched you, very carefully, for many years. We probably know you better than you know yourself. And we damn sure know you better than that motherfucker who dared try to revel in your perfection earlier.”
Henri.
Why the fuck did Brooks bring him up? I despise the fact that she’s thinking of him right now. Everleigh looks at the door once again, though Henri is long gone.
Before I can let my anger show and before waiting for her to move, Brooks steps in and backs her up against the side of her bed. Crooking his finger under her chin, he raises her face before touching his lips to hers. I can feel yearning beaming from them both as Everleigh opens herself up to him.
Flanking them on either side, Remy lifts one of Everleigh’s hands then curls her arm over his shoulder.
As he tucks his body into hers, his fingers roam the expanse of her stomach.
Kas wraps her hair around his fist, and the moment Brooks’s lips leave hers, he pulls her to him before she has the chance to protest.
The second I sense a panic within her, I calm her mind enough to find out what’s going through her head.
Oh my god... Their hands feel amazing. It’s overwhelming me... Just let go, Everleigh.
It’s fucking music to my ears.
She moans as she coaches herself, her chest heaving with pleasure. It wasn’t panic, just an overwhelming feeling of passion. The others are all emitting similar, lewd thoughts which I freely listen to and breathe into my soul. As individual as each of us are, tonight, through Everleigh, we are one.
She pulls back from Kas, panting from his onslaught and struggling to catch her breath as his hand dips between her legs, over the material of her skirt.
Remy gently grips her chin to turn her attention toward him.
With a hand on one of her ripe tits, he deepens the kiss as he massages her slowly.
Brooks’s dick tents his slacks as he flirts with the hem of her blouse.
The sight of the four of them, melting together, incites a feeling within that has always been foreign to me.
Acceptance.
Slowly, I rub my cock over my jeans. I’m glad they’re getting their fill, but I need another turn with her. As I step closer, Everleigh opens her eyes, watching me as I advance on her.
Brooks, move aside.